One Hour Poetry: Mommy–The Grumpy Hag

This morning I remember,tiny birds outside my windowwith enormous chirpsthat rang in my headthroughout the nightor perhaps at sunrise I really couldn't sayand I was chosen by a nocturnal house-flywhose only orbit was my headas it buzzed in my earmy arms were sent swattingand then at some point in the midst of nightThe Child crawls into bedshe starts in cuddlingand ends up... Continue Reading →

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